muse wants to be left alone and may be jealous of another, but alas...

[knackered]

Give it a bloody rest, would you?!

Now that you've given your Head Yank all this attention I can't even hear myself think. I'll admit, taking a holiday has been relaxing to say the least, but I've--well I've begun to realise the holiday came at a hideous cost.

He's not even that amusing, fuck's sake. Not that I'd expect any less, seeing as you're one of HIS, but honest to God I was beginning to think you had some semblance of taste...

--Oh. Right. Seeing as I still am and will always be a gentleman... I'd at least like to wish you a happy birthday.

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[hoasen]

Goodness, I am so sorry. It is one thing to have him visit, but to endure him constantly because he shares the same headspace...

How are you managing it? Meditation?

[knackered]

... I-- [looks off to the side and huffs] I'm handling it very well, thanks.

By sleeping.

[...]

Constantly.

[hoasen]

[ . . . ]

Sleeping constantly.

[She raises her eyebrow.]

He doesn't even try to wake you up to watch him play video games?

[AMAZING.]

[knackered]

No, oddly enough. He's too busy involving himself in other things, thank God, so I've had time to myself. I've been very absent from existence and I've got to say, it's not all that bad.

[hoasen]

Oh? That's rather decent of him, perhaps by giving you all this space, it is a way to show...ah, how to say...that he's "sorry for party rocking".

It would be sad for you to disappear entirely though. Even if you are a fan of isolation.

[blackmagus]

Darling, if there's anything I've learned, it's that insulting one's mun is an exercise in futility.

[knackered]

He's not sorry. He's an idiot who can't get enough attention.

[SIGHS] I won't. It's unlikely, anyway. I'm far more stubborn than that. She won't be rid of me that easily!!

[knackered]

Hullo love. [rosy-cheeked at the familiar greeting, but that's usual of him] Yes, yes I know, but it does help me feel so much better.

[hoasen]

Goodness, that is not humble of him at all in that case. [Of which she slips a note over telling England to punish him. But it's written in case America can see it from Headspace world.

Sorry America.]

I support your cause. After all, having America consume one's headspace is rather daunting. And I am sure you are better voice of reason. Imagine what would happen if you are not there?

[blackmagus]

Mmn, I suppose that's something. [She smiles.]

You may have to return fire, so to speak. Make more room for yourself again. Compete.

[knackered]

I don't want to compete with that big-headed oaf. Not that I wouldn't win of course, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of engaging him! He loves the attention.

If that wasn't bad enough, the idiot's just had his birthday celebra--[clasps a hand over his mouth and turns away because he just threw up blood]

Nnnghh...

[knackered]

Him? Humble? HAH. [he looks the note over and nods, smirking, then sets it alight midair so it'll burn to ash]

You know, that's very true! I am a better voice of reason and I'll be damned if I'm some poor sod playing second fiddle to that idiot!

[blackmagus]

[Oh dear. She reaches up to rub his shoulder lightly.]

Well, don't worry. You haven't been forgotten. ...are you all right?

[hoasen]

Precisely. That is something he needs to learn. [She's got a straight face, trying not to laugh, although she does clap her hands when he sets it alight. Magic! Amazing!]

Exactly. You should show him who is boss. Or even that you will not be cast aside while he gets all the attention. Although, what if that just gives him more attention...

How are you feeling though, after having just woken up?

[knackered]

[He nods and coughs into a handkerchief, trying to shrug the small incident off.]

It uh--Yes I'm fine, really. It's--this happens every year around his b--around--July--ever since that sodding Declaration...

[shivers]

At any rate, I should hope I haven't been forgotten.

[knackered]

He'll get what's coming to him; his just desserts, and not the sort of desserts he likes. Ha. [he blinks OH HIM?] I feel fine, thank you. [PALE, LIKE HE IS EVERY JULY. . .]

[blackmagus]

[This whole country thing is complicated.]

Never. [A wink, and she ruffles his hair lightly.] I hope it clears up soon for you, it doesn't seem like much fun.

[hoasen]

I can think of a few desserts. [Real desserts or metaphorical ones.] Perhaps while he doesn't expect it. Perhaps not now, after his--...[SHUTS UP QUICKLY.

That would explain his complexion though, so here, have a cup of tea she just poured out. D_M you're powerful.] Please do not exert yourself though, you've only just come back. Even if it might be tempting to jump into your previous routine.

[londinium]

[Standing in a far corner by the shadows and scowling, arms crossed.]

Why are you speaking to it?

[He doesn't have to be polite, the mun already knows he's a bastard. Besides. She kept England away....]

[notremignonette]

Um... sir? [Is that the right thing to call your country? She hopes so!] Are you sure it's a good idea to insult your mun?

[ladybedlam]

Arthur, for fuck's sake, calm down.

Have some tea. I will prepare it if necessary.

[hardworking]

Perhaps you should take a moment to calm down.

[knackered]

She's not an IT, Jack, she's a she. Don't be rude.

[Won't stop him from calling you on it. By which he means he missed you.]

[knackered]

[Fort you are one of a rare few who he will allow to do that.] It isn't, but it's alright. Usually by France's bloody birthday I'm feeling much better. That's Bastille Day, the 14th.

You know, I'd really like to hear more about your world's history if you're ever inclined to tell me more. I wouldn't want to impose of course.

[knackered]

... [clears his throat and takes the tea happily, taking a generous sip. Mmmm. Tea.]

Oh not to worry, I'll be just fine. I've no intention of jumping back into the fray just yet. She intends to send me to that bloody spaceship but for once she's being rational about the whole thing and waiting. Could swear the Idiot Yank would be a better fit for the setting... [but he's glad America's not being sent there.]